“Your smile is freaking me out.” I glanced over at Anson as we headed into town in my truck, trying to lessen the grin that had been plastered on my face all weekend. But I had no luck. It couldn’t be helped. “Just because you look like some sort of possessed demon when you smile doesn’t mean the rest of us do.” Anson just grunted in response. “Doesn’t your face hurt? You haven’t stopped grinning all morning.”
